74 Godiva Street, Saturday Morning
Tamsin's morning ritual was more or less set in stone: she rolled out of bed, she stumbled downstairs, she put some food in her mouth, then she headed back upstairs to find less comfortable but more flattering clothes. This ritual proceeded more or less apace, as she squinted in the mirror once, yanked on a t-shirt, and then headed downstairs.
... where she found a blonde teenager waiting for her.
"How did you get in my house?" Tamsin said sharply.
The girl shrugged. "It's not locked," she said.
"Please tell me we're not having a weekend," Tamsin said. "We just had a weekend recently."
"It was prom yesterday," the girl pointed out. Her eyes were a little big. Or maybe she was just doing that on purpose. "I'm Dagny."
"I'm going back to bed," Tamsin announced.
[[ open! but slowish. it has been a looong day. ]]
... where she found a blonde teenager waiting for her.
"How did you get in my house?" Tamsin said sharply.
The girl shrugged. "It's not locked," she said.
"Please tell me we're not having a weekend," Tamsin said. "We just had a weekend recently."
"It was prom yesterday," the girl pointed out. Her eyes were a little big. Or maybe she was just doing that on purpose. "I'm Dagny."
"I'm going back to bed," Tamsin announced.
[[ open! but slowish. it has been a looong day. ]]